CYCLOPS ROAD

I actually wrote something kids.

Riding shotgun with a Cyclops 

Who's talking s**t at lights 

He rides a pimped out Escalade 

His sick rims rolling tight 

Bird dogging b*****s on the fly 

His player's wagging tongue 

He knows where all the good s**t is 

He's down with everyone

Chews blunts between his golden teeth 

He hits a metal pipe 

His Cabin's full of booming bass 

The east coast gangsta type

Cruise the streets with derelicts 

This town of dying light 

Where kids flip burgers in a pen

or twenty years to life 

The crack w***e paradise night life

of ethnic urban blight 

The world the Cyclops wanders in 

It was his birthright plight 

Cyclops one eye on the rear view

A prowler's flashing lights 

The White Knights get suspicious 

of Cyclops out at night 

White Knights search for contraband 

Cyclops gives attitude 

They want to take his Escalade 

Cyclops to be subdued 

A filthy Cyclops isn't human 

or so the white knight said 

He pulled out his chrome revolver

and shot the cyclops dead 

Cyclops dead eyed on the asphalt 

Blood pouring from his skin 

He wanted this one victory

But white knights always win 

The limelight comes to fade away 

On lookers wander home 

Cyclops left to dead end streets

Forever he will roam

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"i fought the law and the law won" (bobby fuller four)

the Cyclops is born to the streets, already on the run, already in the hole...missing that other eye that could have him on a different side of the streets...

intense, Mark...and as usual...you make strong statements about the state of life.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Jacob. I appreciate it.